That was a very big city and I felt like a little sparrow that was lost in the middle of nowhere. I couldn’t just keep calm and hence, took a Book, my phone and typed ‘nearest cafe’ on the Google maps and started walking. On my way, I saw what kind of life the people in that city lived. A lady was taking her dog for a walk, an elderly uncle tied his arms at the back and was maintaining a fast pace, there was a guy wearing huge helmets, earphones and riding bicycle. Within few minutes I reached the cafe. I’m not a big fan of milk, so, I ordered myself a black coffee and sat at the Corner Table. Here’s the thing, I really like being in a place where no one recognizes me. The cafe was like a little world on it’s own. There was so much happening inside this cute little place. In spite of being isolated from the busy roads outside, it had a charm and life that made everything sweet. There was a young group of teenagers celebrating their birthday, a couple sorting out their issues, two people just at the beginning of their new journey, stressed lady trying to get her work done on the laptop, two best friends stalking someone on their social media, four young minds closing a deal for their startup company and on the corner table of the other end, there was a guy who was sitting and observing everything with a scribbling pad and a pen, he was like another me in this room. As I started reading the book, slowly all the noise around me started fading away, I couldn’t hear the order bell at the counter or laughter and giggles at the table next to me, I entered the world that my book had built for me, I got lost in the thoughts of the author, but exactly knew where I was in reality. The author started throwing twists one after the other and I just couldn’t stop ordering my third drink and turning the pages over. I gasped at the information I just got from the book and when I looked around, the guy in the corner table at the other end was now standing next to my table with two cups of black coffee; he asked if he could sit on my table, I smiled and offered him a chair. A teaspoon of sugar? He asked. Yes, a teaspoon of sugar, I said.
I still can’t believe I had a cup of coffee with the best selling author of the book I was reading at a cafe in a new city!